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He had not told his sister of David’s threat to take his life or the fact that he had found him actually with a revolver in his hand. But perhaps Lady Merrill knew more than he thought, because after a moment she said, “I think you are right, Tyrone. If David goes away he will perhaps forget Nevada.” “I have no wish for him to forget her,” Tyrone Strome said. “What I want him to realise is how shallow and worthless she is.” His voice sharpened as he added, “I cannot imagine how a man with any sense in his head would want to marry a creature without any attribute that is essentially feminine.” His sister smiled. “There have been many feminine women in your life, Tyrone, but you have never married.” “I have never found anyone as attractive as you to look at or to talk to, my dear.” S